fuckk what anybody sayys
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

twenyonepilots:

do you ever get sad attacks and it drains you and you’re just left sitting there like wow this is so uncalled for rude

I hate people generally, but I like people individually.
introverts (via janesblueheaven)
papixjuan:

jaronxavier:

itsolivetrick:

stay-strog-and-believe:

I can’t do it anymore

Ooo this speaks to my soul. Smh

THISS.

Deep…

papixjuan:

jaronxavier:

itsolivetrick:

stay-strog-and-believe:

I can’t do it anymore

Ooo this speaks to my soul. Smh

THISS.

Deep…

toldyuitwasbeautiful:


The night he found out that his dad past away. 
Honestly a powerful picture. Game day and you find out a person you love is gone?

I reblog this every time.

toldyuitwasbeautiful:


The night he found out that his dad past away. 

Honestly a powerful picture. Game day and you find out a person you love is gone?

I reblog this every time.

ntg-kort:

(via TumbleOn)